Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.